Wow, after reading the fifth book this just seems completely out of whack! If you haven't read the fifth one yet, you have too, it's soooo good and I HATE it when the person dies because I liked them! Anywayz, sorry for the delay I've been at the university for a workshop so I'll give ya two chappies today!
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"Say it you piece of no good white trash bitch!" Harry looked around to see where the voice was coming from. He had no idea where he was. He definitely knew he was not at Hogwarts.
The trees were mainly pine and oak and it was very hot and muggy. He took a few steps forward to find himself in a camp of some sort, but it wasn't a recreational camp.
There were crude buildings that looked like one good puff of wind would blow them away and the grounds looked completely barren except for one tree in the middle where a throng of people were gathered. Deciding to investigate what was going on Harry walked over to the tree where more shouts were being heard.
He then saw a young girl in camouflage pants and a white cotton bra tied to the tree branches by her arms, with her bleeding back turned to him. Wondering why her back was bleeding Harry peered over the shoulder of another girl to find a large white man with a whip and was thrashing the captive girl without any signs lessening his blows.
"Just show me one little tear or say I'm sorry General and I might let you go. Are you going to do that?" the large man asked in a jeering voice. The girl said nothing for a moment then stated in a strong, proud, yet familiar voice to Harry.
"I will show no mercy to you since I get no mercy in return." "Mercy in return." the man mocked. "You get plenty of mercy from me. I put the clothes on your back and food in your belly." "Yeah that's real mercy, torn hand me down clothes and one meal a day. That's real mer..." CRACK!
The man hit her with full force on the back with the whip and spun her around. Harry felt a surge on anger flood through his body when he saw who it was. It was his Desiree with blood all over her perfect body and absolutely no sign of tears in her hollow brown eyes.
"You were saying." the man sneered.
"Harder." was the only sound that came out of Desiree's bloody mouth. "What?" the man asked slightly taken aback. "Hit me harder cause it will never really hurt me."
Harry saw the man raise his arm again and before the brought it down upon his angels face the scene melted before his eyes to become a filthy bunker house of some sort. There were twelve or so girls sleeping in the thin bunk beds, except one. Heart pounding, Harry stepped over to the girl as quietly as he could even though he knew he couldn't be heard.
He saw Desiree throw her few belongings into her shoulder bag and creep out the back window. Following her they ran quickly, quietly, and carefully into the woods.
`She moves with such ease.' Harry thought as he, with difficulty, followed her deeper into the forest. He heard a faint thump ahead of him and saw Desiree lying on the ground at the feet of none other than Lord Voldermort.
"Come join me my dear Nadina and together we will rid the world of Harry Potter and finish Salazar Slytherins noble work." With pure horror gripping at his heart he saw his precious Desiree stand up and say in voice most unlike her own. "I join you my lord." and shook Voldermorts hand. A bright green light shone from their clasped hands beaming straight at Harry.~~
Harry jerked awake with a gasp, a cold sweat running down his body, scar burning. `What the hell was that all about?' the thought. `That was Desiree but Voldermort called her Nadina. I need to talk to her about this, something doesn't feel right.'
He glanced at his new watch and saw that he only had an hour and a half left to sleep. `May as well get up now.' Padding his way down stairs he came face to face with none other than Desiree, who was sitting in a chair by the fireplace staring deeply into it's depths.
"Morning Harry." she said without even looking at him. "How do you always know it's me?" he asked in disbelief "I hear you, feel you, hell, I can even smell you."
Amazed by her answer he closed the distance between them to sit with her on the arm of the chair. "Did you learn that in the military camp?" he started hoping to find some sense to the dream. "Yes and no. We had to sharpen our senses to survive but mine were already sharp. I just knew when someone was near, especially if they were watching me. You have no idea how many times my senses saved my life."
"What do you mean?" Harry inquired curiously. "In Miami survival of the fittest is a real thing. Aggression is king in that city, you had to constantly watch your back. You think you have friends but they turn out being your enemies. I feel really uncomfortable telling you this because I don't want to lose you this soon but I just think you should know.
I used to be a drug dealer and addict. I don't anymore but I was a couple of weeks ago. Wow, that seems like an eternity ago; but anyways people used to try and jump me to really hurt or kill me because I cheated them out on money or something. That's why I'm so glad I'm here now. I'm in a sense, free because I don't have to watch my back for dealers or crack heads. Please don't leave me Harry, I don't think I could handle it right now." She said with a hint of desperation in her voice.
"I could never leave you Desiree, I..." he ached to say `love you' but knew it was too soon to tell her that. "What happened in the past is in the past. Your here now with me, and your never going to get rid of me." he said softly pressing his lips against hers to show her that he meant it.
"What else happened in this camp?" "Well, it was the same day in and day out, except for me because I was constantly being punished." "For what?" "Not being in line at the right time, getting caught sneaking out, talking back, that kind of stuff."
"How did they punish you?" Harry asked carefully. "Umm, they used to make me clean the bunkers, clean the bathrooms with my toothbrush, but I really used someone else's, cook..."
"Did they ever hit you?" At that statement Desiree turned to look at Harry strangely before turning back around to stare at the fire. "Yes." Harry's breath tightened in his lungs. "They used to tie me to a tree and beat me with a whip like in the 1800s. General did it because he said he got fed up with me and wanted me to cry and say I'm sorry for whatever it was I had done, but I never did. Last night was one of the first times I remember crying." she glanced back to see Harry's face and was surprised to see it screwed up with concentration and confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Before I came down here I had a dream about you." "Ooohh, was it sexy?" "No, I wish. You were tied to a tree with a man whipping you." Desiree's playful expression vanished as she stood up to think about what he just told her.
"What else?" Harry finished explaining the dream and an odd look was plastered upon Desiree's face. "I've already told you about the first part and I'm not ready to tell you about he second part. I know what it means but I can't tell you yet. Please understand."
Harry stared at her out of disbelief for a moment before saying. "I understand, I won't push you." "Thanks."
"You know something?" he asked changing the subject. "What?" "You never did show me your powers." "You really want to see?" she asked with hesitation. "Yeah." "Ok."
She looked at the few lanterns lit across the room and extinguished them with one glance. She then averted her gaze to a blanket thrown across a couch and floated it towards them. She then put the fire out with a blink of an eye.
The room was now completely dark and out of no where Harry heard the song "Get Busy" by Sean Paul and flashes of light began to erupt from the tips of Desiree's fingers to form unique stars and squiggly lines on the ceiling.
Snuggling under the blanket with Harry, Desiree leaned back into him to watch her creation dance to the beat of the music. "I used to do this at the camp. It was like a comfort to me ya know."
"Yeah" Harry whispered transfixed by the dancing lights above him and the beautiful creature in his arms. The two of them sat like that until the lights dimmed to nothing and they both fell asleep in each other's arms.
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"Say it you piece of no good white trash bitch!" Harry looked around to see where the voice was coming from. He had no idea where he was. He definitely knew he was not at Hogwarts.
The trees were mainly pine and oak and it was very hot and muggy. He took a few steps forward to find himself in a camp of some sort, but it wasn't a recreational camp.
There were crude buildings that looked like one good puff of wind would blow them away and the grounds looked completely barren except for one tree in the middle where a throng of people were gathered. Deciding to investigate what was going on Harry walked over to the tree where more shouts were being heard.
He then saw a young girl in camouflage pants and a white cotton bra tied to the tree branches by her arms, with her bleeding back turned to him. Wondering why her back was bleeding Harry peered over the shoulder of another girl to find a large white man with a whip and was thrashing the captive girl without any signs lessening his blows.
"Just show me one little tear or say I'm sorry General and I might let you go. Are you going to do that?" the large man asked in a jeering voice. The girl said nothing for a moment then stated in a strong, proud, yet familiar voice to Harry.
"I will show no mercy to you since I get no mercy in return." "Mercy in return." the man mocked. "You get plenty of mercy from me. I put the clothes on your back and food in your belly." "Yeah that's real mercy, torn hand me down clothes and one meal a day. That's real mer..." CRACK!
The man hit her with full force on the back with the whip and spun her around. Harry felt a surge on anger flood through his body when he saw who it was. It was his Desiree with blood all over her perfect body and absolutely no sign of tears in her hollow brown eyes.
"You were saying." the man sneered.
"Harder." was the only sound that came out of Desiree's bloody mouth. "What?" the man asked slightly taken aback. "Hit me harder cause it will never really hurt me."
Harry saw the man raise his arm again and before the brought it down upon his angels face the scene melted before his eyes to become a filthy bunker house of some sort. There were twelve or so girls sleeping in the thin bunk beds, except one. Heart pounding, Harry stepped over to the girl as quietly as he could even though he knew he couldn't be heard.
He saw Desiree throw her few belongings into her shoulder bag and creep out the back window. Following her they ran quickly, quietly, and carefully into the woods.
`She moves with such ease.' Harry thought as he, with difficulty, followed her deeper into the forest. He heard a faint thump ahead of him and saw Desiree lying on the ground at the feet of none other than Lord Voldermort.
"Come join me my dear Nadina and together we will rid the world of Harry Potter and finish Salazar Slytherins noble work." With pure horror gripping at his heart he saw his precious Desiree stand up and say in voice most unlike her own. "I join you my lord." and shook Voldermorts hand. A bright green light shone from their clasped hands beaming straight at Harry.~~
Harry jerked awake with a gasp, a cold sweat running down his body, scar burning. `What the hell was that all about?' the thought. `That was Desiree but Voldermort called her Nadina. I need to talk to her about this, something doesn't feel right.'
He glanced at his new watch and saw that he only had an hour and a half left to sleep. `May as well get up now.' Padding his way down stairs he came face to face with none other than Desiree, who was sitting in a chair by the fireplace staring deeply into it's depths.
"Morning Harry." she said without even looking at him. "How do you always know it's me?" he asked in disbelief "I hear you, feel you, hell, I can even smell you."
Amazed by her answer he closed the distance between them to sit with her on the arm of the chair. "Did you learn that in the military camp?" he started hoping to find some sense to the dream. "Yes and no. We had to sharpen our senses to survive but mine were already sharp. I just knew when someone was near, especially if they were watching me. You have no idea how many times my senses saved my life."
"What do you mean?" Harry inquired curiously. "In Miami survival of the fittest is a real thing. Aggression is king in that city, you had to constantly watch your back. You think you have friends but they turn out being your enemies. I feel really uncomfortable telling you this because I don't want to lose you this soon but I just think you should know.
I used to be a drug dealer and addict. I don't anymore but I was a couple of weeks ago. Wow, that seems like an eternity ago; but anyways people used to try and jump me to really hurt or kill me because I cheated them out on money or something. That's why I'm so glad I'm here now. I'm in a sense, free because I don't have to watch my back for dealers or crack heads. Please don't leave me Harry, I don't think I could handle it right now." She said with a hint of desperation in her voice.
"I could never leave you Desiree, I..." he ached to say `love you' but knew it was too soon to tell her that. "What happened in the past is in the past. Your here now with me, and your never going to get rid of me." he said softly pressing his lips against hers to show her that he meant it.
"What else happened in this camp?" "Well, it was the same day in and day out, except for me because I was constantly being punished." "For what?" "Not being in line at the right time, getting caught sneaking out, talking back, that kind of stuff."
"How did they punish you?" Harry asked carefully. "Umm, they used to make me clean the bunkers, clean the bathrooms with my toothbrush, but I really used someone else's, cook..."
"Did they ever hit you?" At that statement Desiree turned to look at Harry strangely before turning back around to stare at the fire. "Yes." Harry's breath tightened in his lungs. "They used to tie me to a tree and beat me with a whip like in the 1800s. General did it because he said he got fed up with me and wanted me to cry and say I'm sorry for whatever it was I had done, but I never did. Last night was one of the first times I remember crying." she glanced back to see Harry's face and was surprised to see it screwed up with concentration and confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Before I came down here I had a dream about you." "Ooohh, was it sexy?" "No, I wish. You were tied to a tree with a man whipping you." Desiree's playful expression vanished as she stood up to think about what he just told her.
"What else?" Harry finished explaining the dream and an odd look was plastered upon Desiree's face. "I've already told you about the first part and I'm not ready to tell you about he second part. I know what it means but I can't tell you yet. Please understand."
Harry stared at her out of disbelief for a moment before saying. "I understand, I won't push you." "Thanks."
"You know something?" he asked changing the subject. "What?" "You never did show me your powers." "You really want to see?" she asked with hesitation. "Yeah." "Ok."
She looked at the few lanterns lit across the room and extinguished them with one glance. She then averted her gaze to a blanket thrown across a couch and floated it towards them. She then put the fire out with a blink of an eye.
The room was now completely dark and out of no where Harry heard the song "Get Busy" by Sean Paul and flashes of light began to erupt from the tips of Desiree's fingers to form unique stars and squiggly lines on the ceiling.
Snuggling under the blanket with Harry, Desiree leaned back into him to watch her creation dance to the beat of the music. "I used to do this at the camp. It was like a comfort to me ya know."
"Yeah" Harry whispered transfixed by the dancing lights above him and the beautiful creature in his arms. The two of them sat like that until the lights dimmed to nothing and they both fell asleep in each other's arms.
